XXV
Sasha lay in bed, her body tangled in the sheets that clung to her skin like a second, suffocating layer. The scent of Darius lingered in the fabric—warm cedar, faint smoke, and something darkly intoxicating, uniquely his. It was everywhere, sinking into her pores, coiling around her like invisible chains. Her chest rose unevenly, the memories of last night crashing over her like merciless waves battering a fragile shore, relentless and unforgiving. She had initiated it. That truth pressed down on her like a weight she couldn’t shake. She had reached for him. Pulled him close. Let herself drown in the fire of his touch, his kiss, his whispered promises spoken against her skin. Her fingers curled tightly into the sheets, nails biting into the soft fabric as her stomach twisted itself in
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